I LEFT A WOMAN WAITING
I left a woman waiting I met her sometime later
she said, Your eyes are dead What happened to you, lover ,
And since she spoke the truth to me
I tried to answer truly Whatever happened to my eyes
happened to your beauty O go to sleep my faithful wife
I told her rather cruelly Whatever happened 'lo my e yes
happened to your beauty (We took ourselves to someone’s
bed and there we Iell together quick as dogs and truly dead were
we and free as running water tree as you and me
the way it’s got to be, lover).

CELEBRATION
When you knell below me and in both your hands
hold my manhood like a Sceptre, When you wrap your tongue
about the amber iewel and urge my blessing, I understand those Roman girls who danced around a shaft of stone and kissed it till the stone was Warm. Kneel, love, a thousand feet below me, so far l can barely see your mouth
and hands perform the ceremony, Kneel till l topple to your back with a groan, like those gods on the roof that Samson pulled down.

SUZANNE (TAKES YOU DOWN)
Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river, you can hear the boats go by you can stay the night beside her. And you know that she’s hall crazy but that’s why you want to be there and she feeds you tea and oranges that come all the way from China. Just when you mean to tell_her that you have no gifts to give her, she gets you on her wave-length
and she lets the river answer that you’ve always been her lover.
And you want to travel with her, you want to travel blind and you know that she can trust you because you’ve touched her perfect body with your mind. Jesus was a sailor when he walked upon the water and he spent a long time watching from a lonely wooden tower and when he knew for certain only drowning men could see him he said All men will be sailors then until the sea shall free them, but he himself was broken long before the sky would open, forsaken, almost human, he sank beneath your wisdom like 8 Smile. And you want to travel with him, you want to travel blind and you think maybe you’lI trust him because he touched your perfect body with his mind. Suzanne takes your hand and she leads you to the river, she is wearing rags and feathers from Salvation Army counters. The sun pours down like honey on our lady ofthe harbour as she shows you where to look among the garbage and the flowers, there are heroes in the seaweed there are children in the morning, they are leaning out for love they will lean that way forever while Suzanne she holds the mirror. And you want to travel with her and you want to travel blind and you’re sure that she can find you because she’s touched her perfect body with her mind.

SUZANNE `(TI PORTA GIU)
Suzanne ti porta giù nel suo posto vicino al fiume, puoi sentire i battelli che passano puoi restarle tutta la notte vicino, E tu sai che è mezza matta ma é per questo che vuoi stare li e lei ti nutre con the e arance che provengono direttamente dalla Cina.
E quando vorresti dirle che non hai alcun dono per lei, lei ti mette sulla sua lunghezza d'onda e lascia che il fiume risponda che sei sempre stato il suo amante.
E tu vuoi viaggiare con lei, vuoi viaggiare alla cieca e sai che lei può fidarsi di te perchè hai toccato il suo corpo perfetto con la tua mente. Gesù era un marinaio quando camminava sulle acque e restò a scrutare a lungo dalla sua solitaria torre di legno e quando fu certo che solo i naufraghi lo vedevano disse Tutti gli uomini saranno marinai d’ora in poi fin quando il mare non li renderà liberi, ma anche lui era a pezzi molto prima che il cielo si aprisse, abbandonato, quasi umano, sprofondò sotto la vostra saggezza Come una pietra. E tu vuoi viaggiare con lei, vuoi viaggiare alla cieca e tu pensi che forse potrai fidarti di lui perché ha toccato il tuo corpo perfetto con la sua mente Suzanne ti prende la mano e ti guida verso il fiume veste di stracci e di piume CHELSEA HOTEL N°2
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel, you were talking so brave and sd*sweet, 'giving me head on the unmade bed while the limousines wait in the street. And those were the reasons, and that was New York, we were running for the money and the flesh: and that was called love for the workers in song, probably still is for those of them left. But you got away, didn't you, babe' you just turned your back on the crowd; you got away, I never once heard you say I need you, I don’t need you, I need you, I don’t need you - and all of that living around- I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel you were famous, your heart was a legend You told me me again you preferred handsome men, but for me you would make an exception. And clenching your first for the ones like us who are oppressed by the figures of beauty, you fixed yourself, you said, Well never mind, we are ugly but we have the music. And then you got away, didn’t you, baby, you lust turned your back on the crowd; you go away, I never once heard you say, | need you, I don’t need you, I need you, I don’t need you, - and all of that giving around. I don’t mean to suggest that I loved you the best I don’t keep track ot each fallen robin. I remeber you well in the Chelsea Hotel, that’s all, I don’t even think of you that often.

TRUE LOVE LEAVES NO TRACES
As the mist leaves no scar On the dark green hill So my body leaves no scar On you and never will Through windows in the dark The children come, the children go Like arrows with no target Like shackles made od snow True love leaves no traces lf you and I are one lt’s last in our embraces Like stars against the sun As a falling leaf may rest A moment on the air So your head upon my breast So my hand upon your hair
And many nights endure Without a moon or star So will we endure When one is gone and far

THIS MORNING I WAS DRESSED BY THE WIND
This morning I was dressed by the wind. The sky said, close your eyes and run this happy face into a sundrift. The forest said, never mind, I am as old as an emerald, walk into me gossiping. The village said, I am perfect and intricate, would you like to start right away? My darling said, I am washing my hair in the water we caught last year, it tastes of stone.
This morning I was dressed by the wind, it was the middle of September in 1965.

THE FAVORITE GAME
Jesus! l iust remembered what Lisa’s favorite game was. After a heavy snow we would go into a back yard with a few of our friends. The expanse of snow would be white and unbroken. Bertha was the spinner. You held her hands while she turned on her heels, you circled her until your feet left the ground. Then she let go and you flew over the snow. You
remained still in whatever position you landed. When everyone had been flung in this fashion into the fresh snow, the beautiful part of the game began. You stood up carefully, taking great pains not to disturb the impression you had made. Now the comparisons. Of course you would have done your best to land in some crazy position, arms and legs
sticking out. Then we walked away, leaving a lovely white field of blossom-like shapes with footprint stems.

THE BEAUTIFUL LOSER
I remember one night with F. as he drove down the highway to Ottawa Where he was to make his Maiden Speech in Parliament the next day. There was no moon. The headlights flowed over the white posts like a Perfect liquid eraser, and behind us we abandoned a blank blueprint of vanished roads and fields. He had pushed it up to eighty. The St.
Christopher’s medal pinned to the felt above the wondshield was involved in a tiny orbit lately initiated by a sharp curve.
- Take it easy, F. .
- lt’s my night! My night! ,
- Yes it is, F. You finally made it:" you’re a Member of Parliament.
- l’m in the world ot men.
- F., put it back. Enough is enough.
- Never put it back when it gets like this.
- My God; I’ve never seen you so big! What’s going on in your mind?
What are you thinking of? Please teach me how to do it. Can l hold it?
- No! This is between me and God.
- Let‘s stop the car. F., l love you, l love your power. Teach me everything.
- Shut up. There is a tube ot sun cream in the glove compartment. Open
the glove compartment by depressing the button with your thumb. Dig
into the tangle of maps and gloves and string and extract the tube. Screw
off the cap and squeeze a couple of inches of cream into my palm.

Lou

Vicious

Vicious you hit me with a flower you do it every hour oh baby, you’re so vicious

Vicious you want me to hit you with a stick but all I’ve got’s a guitar pick huh baby, you’re so vicious

When I watch you come baby I just wanna run far away you’re not the kind of person around I wanna stay

When I see you walking down the street I step on your hands and I mangle your feet you’re not the kind of person that I want to meet Oh baby, you’re so vicious you’re just so vicious

Vicious hey, you hit me with a flower you do it every hour oh baby, you’re so vicious

Vicious hey, why don’t you swallow razor blades you must think that I’m some kind of gay blade but baby, you’re so vicious

When I see you coming I just have to run You’re not good and you certainly aren’t very much fun When I see you walking down the street I step on your hand and I mangle your feet You’re not the kind of person that I even want to meet ‘Cause you’re so vicious baby, you’re so vicious

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